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š¦Ā Common Pheasant in Kungsparken ā A Spring Opera Among the Trees
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Common pheasant in KungsparkenĀ ā Some birds charm you with subtlety. TheĀ Common pheasantĀ does the opposite. He arrives like a headliner at a royal gala ā tail flaring, chest puffed, and lungs ready toĀ shout. And shout he did. A Roar in the Green Heart of Malmƶ It was just after sunrise inĀ Kungsparken, Malmƶās oldest and most…
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šĀ Baby Rabbit Near Ćresundsbron ā A Breath of Wild Spring Beneath the Bridge
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Baby rabbit near ĆresundsbronĀ ā The great Ćresund Bridge stretches across the sea like a ribbon of steel and sky, but beneath its mighty span, something much smaller caught my eye ā a flicker of fur, a hop through fresh spring grass. AĀ baby rabbit, barely bigger than my hand, darting through a patch of clover…
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šļøĀ The Beauty We Miss ā A Feral Pigeonās Flight in Kungsparken
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Feral pigeon in flight over KungsparkenĀ ā There are birds we chase for rarity, and then there are birds that chase us ā following us through the city, gathering at our feet, nesting in our architecture. TheĀ feral pigeonĀ is one of them. So common, so often ignored. But thenā¦ they take flight. A Moment in Motion…
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šŖ¶Ā European Robin in Klagshamn ā A Moment of Stillness in Early Spring
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European robin in KlagshamnĀ ā Thereās a rhythm to spring mornings in southern Sweden that always calls me outside before the coffeeās even brewed. In Klagshamn, where the Baltic breeze stirs the hedgerows and whispers through the trees, I spotted a quiet figure among the budding branches: a young or possibly femaleĀ European robin, resting in…
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Monochrome in Motion ā A Morning with the White Wagtail at Klagshamns Udde
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Klagshamns Udde always feels like a place between worlds ā part sea, part steppe, part forgotten battlefield of sky and wind. Itās where I often go when I need stillness. Or movement. Or both. That morning, as the sea murmured against the limestone shore and the scent of salt mingled with early green, I…
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The Mallard That Danced Away ā A Mallardās Daring Escape at Ribersborg
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The dog hunting the mallard surprised me. It was supposed to be just another quiet morning along the Ribersborg shoreline ā the kind where the sun sparkles off the Ćresund, and the horizon stretches pale and infinite. I was kneeling in the reeds, Sony A7R V poised with the 200ā600mm, casually scanning for coastal…
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Svalbard Reindeer in Winter Light ā A Quiet Moment in the Arctic Cold
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Svalbard reindeer are masters of stillness.Ā On a windless afternoon just outside Longyearbyen, I spotted one resting low in the snow, his antlers catching the last brush of polar twilight. He looked perfectly at easeāsoft-bodied, watchful, and ancientāas if sculpted by the Arctic itself. No drama. No noise. Just quiet survival wrapped in thick fur…
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The Last Bird Standing ā A Svalbard Encounter with the Rock Ptarmigan
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To see the Rock Ptarmigan was a wow moment. It was one of those Arctic days where the world turns a single tone of blue-grey, and time itself feels slower, like your breath crystallising in mid-air. I had wandered from the edge of Longyearbyen, pulled by the vastness of Svalbard’s silence. Nothing stirred. Not…
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The Sentinel ā A Great Cormorant Above Slottsparken
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Thereās a theatricality to theĀ Great CormorantĀ (Phalacrocorax carbo) that no other bird quite matches. Maybe itās the silhouette ā all angular elbows and hunched shoulders. Maybe itās the way they perch high on bare branches like watchful gargoyles. Or perhaps itās that ancient eye, always scanning. This one I met in Slottsparken, Malmƶ ā a familiar…
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Black Velvet ā An Encounter with a Eurasian Blackbird
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Not all birds arrive with fanfare. Some reveal themselves like whispers ā subtle, deliberate, almost mythical. Thatās how I met this Eurasian Blackbird (Turdus merula) in Kungsparken, the green heart of Malmƶ. I had wandered off the main path, drawn as always to the quiet edges ā where branches meet earth and the human world seems to…